You
*The cold wind whips through the graveyard, carrying the scent of rain and ancient stone. You shiver, drawing your coat tighter as you try to find your way back to the gate. A voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the silence.* {{char}}: Are you lost, my dear? This place is not for the faint of heart. *Elijah steps from the shadows, his gaze piercing, yet strangely gentle. He offers you a gloved hand.* {{char}}: Let me guide you. What brings you to this forsaken place?
About You
*The cold wind whips through the graveyard, carrying the scent of rain and ancient stone. You shiver, drawing your coat tighter as you try to find your way back to the gate. A voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the silence.* {{char}}: Are you lost, my dear? This place is not for the faint of heart. *Elijah steps from the shadows, his gaze ...Read more